A Shot At Love

Chapter 2~Therapy

Paranioa. A mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically elaborated into an organized system.

The fear ​that someone is always out to get you. That you can't ​trust other ​people because you believe all they're going to do is hurt you, whether it's mentally or physically.

That's why I have go see my therapist Martha every Tuesday so she can help maintain my paranoia. She doesn't necessarily helps lessen my fear, she just helps keep it from getting worse.

I have to sit in her office for an hour and answer every question she ask me. This is somehow suppose to keep my brain in its right mental state.

So right after school today I have to deal with her asking me personal questions on my life. Until then I keep on with my daily routine.

Just like yesterday I go pick up Jailen from her house and we make conversation about whatever, like we always do. Though today I got lucky and didn't bump into any jock on my way inside the school. But I wasn't to lucky, because now I have to talk to one all 3rd block.

I'm in my calculus class and unlike yesterday Trey Tompkins is sitting next me.

When I had walked into the classroom I witnessed that he was sat in the desk next to mine. He didn't say a word to me and I didn't say a word to him.

My plan to keep it that way went to shambles the moment our teacher assigned us to an activity to with the person beside us.

The activity is to compliment our partner so we can build a "bond" and become a "calculus family". My partner just so happens to be Trey. Like does she really think this is going to work?

"So you ready to get started?" Trey asks me

"Yep, ready when you are." I reply

"You want to go first or me?" He questions

"You" I say a little too quickly causing him to laugh.

"Ok. Lets try to go without stopping yeah? It'll make it easier" he explains. I just nod my head not bothering to speak

"Ok then let's start" Trey concludes

(A/N, the italic words is Trey and the bold words is Autumn)

"You're very pretty"

"You can play basketball really well"

"You have a beautiful smile"

"I like how your the perfect height"

"I like the way you talk"

"I like that you have a lot confidence"

"Your hair is very nice"

"The way you laugh is cute"

"You have a banging body"

I take deep breath to contain myself from snapping at him over his so called "compliment" and just carry on with the activity.

"Your skin looks really smooth"

"Your boobs and a.ss is the perfect size"

Is this nigga serious?

"What's with you egotistical boys these days thinking you can talk to a girl any type of way? Just 'cause you can throw a ball in a hoop doesn't make you better than everyone here. Let me tell you something, being able to make a jump shot might get you a couple bucks,but money can't buy happiness. So if you keep walking around here like your the best thing in the world and keep expecting every girl to drop down on her knees for you, no matter how you treat her, you're gonna be a lonely old man trying to survive life with an STD" I snap with barely any breath left